Fallen Angel

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Chapter 4

Fallen Chances

I suppose every now and then we are given second chances. How come I've never gotten mine?I never had another chance to save Lettie. Once she was gone. She was gone. Thats all there was to it.

Then there was Warner. Did I get a second chance to stop him from doing what he did to me?

No.

Because that's just not my style. I do things wrong. I muck everything up. It's just all weighing my shoulder down. Every day it get's that little bit heavier and I'm just waiting for the day that it will stop.

"Cruz, are you listening?" A faint voice called.

All my realtionships, gone down the drain.

"Cruz, your under arrest for the murder of Donald Mann,"

Then there was prison.

For the first time in my life I hadn't done anything wrong.

But of course, I was punished for it.

"Cruz, are you listening?"

Of course I was. I just didn't believe any of it.

Well, that was until they put me in hand cuff's.

"Get off me!"

Most people when they heard the Cruz was going to jail probably said.

"Yeah? Cruz can handle it though,"

Can I?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But I have no choice.

Sometimes I think. I have no one. So is my life worth living? Of course I say no but I can wait. I can wait for someone to come into my life and I swear, this time I won't muck it up.

I won't.

I can't.

So I cry.

Then I stop.

Cause I don't cry. It's not my style.

"Get off of me!" I screamed.

But nobody heard me.

I could of yelled out.

"Faith! Faith did it!"

But I didn't. She deserved it however.

She was a bitch to me. She shot me first and then when I tried to be nice to her she told me that we ain't friends.

Who would want to be friends with her anyway. I didn't shout it out.

I was going to go down for her.

What the hell am I doing?

"Maritza Cruz. You have the right to remain silent,"

I shook my head slightly and looked at all the faces.

Most of them were looking to the ground.

Stupid cowards. Can't even face the facts.

I felt the cold metal slip around my wrists.

I shuddered.

I could see Faith in the corner.

Was I going to dob her in?

Who does she take me for?

She looked at me.

Eyes drowning in unseen tears.

You see, she was crying on the inside.

I thought I was the only one who did that.

She mouthed the words, "I'm sorry,"

Whatever.

Like thats going to change anything.

Rain poured down like bullets on the car. Bullets falling fast. Trying to clean the dirty ground. But bullets don't wash anything away, they just make it worse.

I watched as the rain tried to wash everything away. Wash all the pain, all the memories. But it just doesn't work.

The car jerked forward and soon enough I was pushed out of the car. Gripping my arm tightly they stormed me over to the prison.

"You can't put me in there,"

But they did.

I made a mental list of names on my bad list.

Two women eyed me suspicously. I turned around.

This was just great. Just perfect. I couldn't think of anything else better then this.

"Cruz! Cruz! Come on! Come on!" A man yelled.

Even better.

...
...

I skimmed my finger over my cheek.

The bruise was still raw and sore.

I looked at the tight space I was being held in.

I waited and watched as the darkness consumed me.

Watching me.

Waiting for me.

Laughter in the shadows crept closer.

I wanted to get out.

I needed to get out.

"Cruz, your no good,"

I closed my eyes.

"Cruz, your a worthless bitch,"

I shook my head.

"Cruz! I need a next of kin,"

"I don't have one,"

"Cousin, Aunt?"

Sister.

"I understand the concept, I don't have any,"

"That's right Cruz, your all alone,"

I banged my fist against the wall. I yelped in pain as my fist started burning.

"Get me out of here," I cried to myself.

I could feel the walls close in on me. Something I had never experienced before. I was afraid. For the first time in my life I was actually afraid.

But no one could hurt me. Nobody could get in.

"I can get in Cruz," A voice chuckled.

No.

Leave me alone.

I won't let you.

I felt the shadows creep up my skin and dissolve into my body. I clenched my sore fists. I could feel my nails dig into my skin.

The door opened slowly.

I got up, prepared for anything.

I lunged at the body that made its way through.

Hate and anger filled me.

"You do not want to beat up a CO. Especially one who came to tell you that you're out of here,"

What?

I'm out of here?

I let go of her arm and slowly followed her.

I was out.

I told you so. But that was too quick. Something must of happened.

Faith.

No, she wouldn't.

I learnt two lessons that day.

One. That you should never let life just pass you by. Thats what I did. Sometimes I thought, what if no one saved me. What if I had to stay here for the rest of my life? But I don't think about that.

Two. Never make enemies that you might meet up with one day. Especially when you least expect it.

But it was fun.

Who am I kidding?

Does anyone know how many people knew me in there? How many people actually deserved it? I put these people's families behind bars. I don't even remember their names.

Does that make me great?

But they were behind bars for a reason.

Wait.

I was behind bars.

I didn't even do anything.

No.

I can't think about it.

Theres no use.

I gently rubbed the bruise on my cheek. Tripped over my ties to the community my arse.

The rain was getting lighter now.

A tear escaped from my eye. I brushed it away.

Come on Maritza. What are you doing? You don't cry. Crying's for wimps.

But you've cried before. You've cried alot. Though, no one see's it.

Thats cause you don't want anyone to.

Well, thats a great excuse.

The bus jerked forward. I stood up as the door's opened and walked through them.

Freedom.

It sure didn't smell that great.

"Cruz!" A voice called.

I turned around.

Faith.

Yup, I was so not expecting that.